A frail girl gifted with skin as dark as the blackest raven inched in through the buildings doors, her crimson hair hung lightly in front of her eyes was brushed back over her shoulder as she looked up.
Her glowing cerise eyes crept around the room resting on the patrons equally, lingering for just moment then stoping on the bars counter. Daintly she dusted her heavy black jeans adorned with zippers, buckles and such, it was apparent there was no dust or dirt of any kind apon them, she was always worried about making a good first impression none the less.
She rotated her shoulders slightly to readjust the way her snug gunmetal grey colored shirt fitted, so used to doing it it seemed like breathing to her.
Waiting most nimbly for someone to show her to a seat.
